He didn't say anything, but silently watched Lao Tzu tear apart those rags layer by layer.

Sure enough, there was a corpse inside, wrapped like a mummy, including the face, all gauze.

This cloth has long since turned earthy brown or even gray because of its age.

Shine a flashlight on it, and find that there are some dense insects under the corpse, which looks weird, but fortunately Lao Tzu is wearing gloves.

"Unexpectedly, this shroud is different from what is written in the book, it is neither moisture-proof nor insect-proof." Lao Wu said with emotion.

I deliberately joked, "Who wrote that book?" When you go out, you can go to the original author to have a good science popularization. ”

"Makes sense." Meng Yu is also not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Lao Wu didn't say anything more, he stood up and looked at the surrounding prisons for a long time.

After the three people came down, the surrounding area was like this, including Lao Tzu running forward like crazy just now, and the appearance still did not change.

There was not a single corpse inside, and as for the bloodstains, it was not clear from the outside.

What's even more bizarre is that these places that seem to be prisons, not to mention locked, have no doors, and there are several back and forth, all of which are exactly the same design.

"Could it be that the slaves were brought in from underground, or simply thrown in through the windows and ceilings?" Meng Yu boldly exerted his imagination.

I looked at the window opposite, it was too small, if I threw some small children, I could do it, and if I changed to a bigger one, I couldn't do it.

In addition, I saw a straw mat on the ground that was exactly the same as the cloth I had just opened.

"If only I could go in and have a look." I muttered.

"There must be a mechanism here." Lao Wu echoed.

"Do you still need to say this?" Meng Yu preached impatiently.

"The key is, where is the mechanism, a reminder, don't make a bold attempt without brains, if you accidentally touch something dangerous, Lao Tzu is really dead, and I won't let you go!"

This threat didn't take it to heart at all, and snorted coldly.

"If you really get killed, it's good to be a ghost!"

"What do you mean?" I don't quite understand.

Lao Wu patiently explained: "First of all, the Shudras are the most humble beings in the hierarchy, they can only do some inferior manual labor, most of them will be bought home by slave owners or even nobles, and live a life that is not even as good as livestock. ”

"Although it is recorded in ancient books that the Brahmins are above the Kshatriyas, and the Kshatriyas are only the second class, the actual power is in their hands."

"The reason why Brahmins are honored is that they believe in gods and are called apostles, so that they are not bound by Kshatriyas, that is, the ruling class."

"To put it simply, don't talk about those who have no beginning and no end." Meng Yu said impatiently.

Lao Wu ignored him and continued: "As the lowest beings, the Shudras will not be exceeded after death, and according to the Brahmanical explanation, they are sinners, and to be born as slaves in this life is to atone for their sins. ”

"After death, those who have done well in this life and have passed the performance can be reincarnated, of course, there is also an element of luck, and the remaining souls can only become lonely souls and wild ghosts, and cannot be reincarnated, or they simply don't even have a soul, and they are directly scattered."

"Wait!" Meng Yu decisively interrupted him: "What does everything we have experienced have to do with what you said, why didn't Lao Tzu understand?" ”

"Let Liu Qingyun explain." Lao Wu rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to deal with Meng Yu.